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Great, just great. I told my grandpa that I was finally old enough to go on a trail ride by myself, I am sixteen after all, and what happens, I get lost. And what did Pap say before I left, "Be careful Cameron, don't get lost." It was like he knew that I was two over-confident as a spy to pay attention to the trail markers. This is just wonderful...

I think I'm lost. And you know it's bad when a spy says that. Isn't this why we are trained in the first place? To notice our surroundings, be sure of ourselves, and know where we are at all times. Not get lost.

"Now lets see, Tonto, Where in the world are we? Pap always said that the horse will get you home if you are ever lost, but you seem to be taking me in circles." Things must be getting bad, I'm talking to a horse.

I have got to start paying more attention when I'm riding, I can't keep thinking about... him. I haven't seen or heard of Zach since my aunt almost died. And that was before Christmas, a whole semester ago. There hasn't been any developments at all about the people who are after me. Aunt Abby is still gone, although she came and saw me when I was in London with Bex for Christmas.

And I was kinda hoping that Zach would show up, after that note I found in his jacket pocket. But I didn't see him, and most of all, I didn't feel him there. I can only hope that he is safe, that it was just a misunderstanding when that guy noticed him in the alley when Abby was shot. And now it was summer and I was stuck on my grandparent's ranch.

Here I go again, thinking when I should be paying attention to where this crazy horse is taking me. I swear we've passed that rock at least three times before. Now that I've started paying attention to my surroundings, I finally noticed the dark clouds that were forming above my head. This is not cool. I'm lost and there is a storm coming. Great. "Tonto, we need to get somewhere sheltered, cuz this looks like it's going to be a huge storm."

Suddenly I heard a twig snap behind me. My back straightened, my eyes grew wider and my ears were listening for another sound out of the ordinary. Maybe I was just hearing things, or Tonto stepped on a fallen branch. What am I thinking? Of course I'm not hearing things. I'm a spy. And there just happens to be a bunch of people out there somewhere who want to capture me. So what if I'm a little jumpy. But I definitely heard that twig snap.

"Come on Tonto, let's get to shelter before this storm hits." Just as I was about to nudge my horse forward, I heard another twig snap, and this time I was sure it wasn't my horse, he wasn't moving yet. "Tonto, lets go now!" I ventured a glance behind me, just to make sure I wasn't crazy, and just as I suspected, there was someone there. He was just behind the tree line, just inside the shadows, but I could see enough to know that he was in all black, head to toe, and he was looking me straight in the eye.

At that same instant, Tonto decided that now was the time to take off at a gallop, and I was forced to turn my attention back to not running into a tree.

We had been going at a steady clip for about half an hour when I saw something through the trees. There was a break in the tree line right by a small stream. Wild Cat Rock. Perfect. "Great job Tonto. We can wait out the storm in there." It was a small cave, just big enough for me and my horse.

The last time I had been here, I was nine, and my grandpa and I went for a "nature walk" although it consisted more of riding horses than actual walking. By now it had started to rain, hard. I had managed to get Tonto across the stream with out completely drowning myself. As it turns out, this horse doesn't like thunderstorms, or water. But we made it into the cave, it was smaller than I remember, or maybe I was just bigger.

I looked around and realized that someone had made a fire pit, and had pulled in some logs to sit on. Someone must have stayed here recently. I hope it wasn't that guy from the woods. He gave me the creeps.

I wish I had cell phone signal out here, but of course I don't, and I must be at least 10 miles from my grandparents, cuz the walkie-talkie isn't picking up anything but static.

A huge crack of thunder shook the sky and spooked Tonto. He reared up and cracked his head on the low ceiling of the cave. He came down hard and fell to his knees. "Oh no, Tonto!" I grabbed the reins before they could become tangled in his legs. Tonto sank to the ground and laid on his side, the whites of his eyes showing. I've grown up around horses here at the ranch, and I've come to realize that when the whites of their eyes show, they are scared, and Tonto was terrified.

Oh Lord, what am I going to do? There was a gash on Tonto's head and he was bleeding pretty bad. What am I going to do? I'm miles away from the ranch house, my horse is definitely not ride-able at the moment, and it's storming! What am I going to do...

Come on Cammie, snap out of it. You are a spy, you are trained for these type of situations. Think. Focus on what you can do, not what is out of your control.

I stepped over to the backpack I had been wearing. I looked around and I pulled out a water bottle that was almost completely full. I also grabbed a jacket I had packed in case the weather turned bad, ha little did I know then. I made my way back to Tonto, and poured some of the water on the gash on his head. It was below his left ear, right above his eye. After I was confident that the wound was clean, I picked up my jacket and used it to try and get the bleeding to stop. Luckily the gash wasn't very deep. I looked up at the ceiling of the cave and saw where his head made contact with the rock. There was only a small mark. I hoped that it had just stunned him, and that he wouldn't have a concussion, or worse.

And at the moment, I was seriously hoping the guy who had been staying in this cave wouldn't be returning for a while.

But of course, when you're a girl with my luck, does anything ever go right?

A/N: So, what do you think? Good, bad, in between? Let me know! I'm curious! And yes, I do talk to my horse... :)